Impatience, Inaction by Ed Lupico

An end in itself achieved without means;
I focus my eye on what I believe
Disregarding the intervening scenes—
As if asking were enough to receive.
Avoiding moments that are not the sum;
Required choices causing shrill despair—
What is here a shadow of what is to come
Though the future rise substanceless as prayer.
Each morning is stalked as a distant prey
By Hope watching over like a curtained sun,
Until fluid light changes gold to gray
And wanting persists and night has begun.
Pursuing desire as action declines
Forces further distance between two lines.